lo que mas me conviene

 awaiting

A distant shore

Once so happily 

conjured friendship

remotely in my past

 one too many deceptions

stinging from "over expectation"

the only certainty which consoles

a single friend 

longing fast
 within myself

Inquietud

Just yesterday, I stared in disbelief as one of the older generation proceeded to 

glorify, the ancient ways of old.
More specifically, women staying home, holding down the fort, and raising their family.

Yes, it's certain, women, once upon a time, kept a wonderfully controlled abode

without ever a desire to challenge "authority" or, manifest their own alternative reality.

Understandably, I know little of these women seeing as how my own mother,

felt the desire to pursue her own dreams.

Thank goodness she wasn't so swooned by my father that she was unable to 

challenge her own abilities, embarking on her own discreet journey of "love".

My mom was a firecracker.

Perhaps for that very reason, I fall into that "line".

Don't get me wrong, I am a great admirer of men,

but for me to be happy I have a hunkering need to build my own shelter

from within.

someone like you

two steps forward

three steps back

age old wisdom

breaks way to 

dismembered habits

of the past

Ancient worry, fear, and

burden are the catalyst for its shape,

form,

memory springs back

When it all begins to spiral

spinning the downward path

why is it that some

choose to blame another

so different

yet similar in many ways

to be the goat ridden in which to escape

It is time for a new dawn

a cleansing of this past

Abandon now your prejudice

Open wide the path

Discover that which lies within another

for once we shall live 
as One.

under the rug

Her style
eloquent

yet unrefined

persistant

late nights

burning candles without end

sipping gin, blowing time

breaking the dawn...

It finally 

gave her

 a most

undesirable crown

the Queen of evasion

blistering sun

as the fire

extinguished

pools of 

wreckless sin

burn baby burn
nothing vanishes quite like time.

tiny dancer and the dormant volcán

quietly

she danced

within that fragile abode

the world loving image

gave fragrance ten fold

as she

silently stepped

to a core of distant drums

spinning at length

without mustering sound

the tiny dancer

shouted from inside that dormant volcán

sleeping deeply, profound

It seems as if,

it shall never awake

that raging 

lava flowing

most unpredictable 

tectonical plates

Lest not you stir

the beast from within

for if you so desire

it may devour you too.
Its pulsating rhythm
it beckons you on
the sleeping volcano
is ravenous for you.

Beloved Carmina

Once upon a time, 

not so very long ago, 

she beckoned at my door,

And has been knocking ever since.

My one true love

For whom I burn

Sleepless nights

She makes me forget

Lost in her world

Pleading to be born

In a way, not yet given

Humble servants

Bow down

Submit

And unite.

The time has come

For her version to be heard.